A Curse of Luck

A Curse of Luck (A Kidnapped Story) (27)

“Look whatever it is its okay I won’t be mad, but please try to calm down and tell me what you know about Whitney and where she went.”

It is obvious that this woman is going to have a hard time talking to me with her stuttering and it’s even more apparent that she is quiet frighten of either me or what she is trying to tell me.

Then a thought followed by a sinking feeling comes over. What if what she is trying to tell me is something bad; something bad that’s happen to Whitney; that maybe who ever this Kieran guy is has something to do with maybe that she has something to do with.

I look at her accusingly but I see she has her arms over her head and is muttering something to herself. Then it dons on me that maybe this woman has been abused and that’s why she is behaving the way she is.

The stuttering, the cowering in fear, and I am willing to bet that it was from a demon; most likely her owner or master. God now I really feel like the biggest jerk on the planet, she couldn’t hurt a flower let alone a person.

I need to fix this; I need to calm her down. But I don’t have a clue where to start or what to say. I might end up making it worse. I look back at her searching for an answer when I notice another folded piece of paper hanging out of her front apron pocket.

I reach down to grab it and it sets the women off she starts wailing and scurries to the other side of the room away from me.

“I- I’m sorry, look I’m not going to hurt you I was just grabbing this.” I hold up the note but she doesn’t look my way, she is curled up into the fetal position and doesn’t seem like she is willing to stop anytime soon.

I don’t know what to say or do right now so I will just create as much space as I possibly can between us to make her feel somewhat better. Though I doubt anything other than me disappearing with actually put her at ease.

But the urge to open up and see what this note says begins to itch and spread till I can’t take it anymore and I with urgency unfold it thankful that I didn’t accidently rip it in my haste.

My heart beat picks up when I see my name up at the top of the note in the same handwriting as the other one; this is from Whitney as well.

My adrenaline kicks in and I will myself to read the letter slow so I don’t miss anything or misunderstand anything, but I just want to find out where Whitney is and if this reassures me she is fine and not in some disparate situation like my wild imagination has been creating.

I finally just start to read;

To Will,

I am so sorry for not being there to explain everything’s that has happened and what is going on when you woke up. I am sure you must be completely confused but hopefully not scared or anything, not that I think you would be its just, well never mind.

What I need to tell you is that I have left to take Cara the little girl from the ship to a friend of her mother’s named Mora. I wish I have time to explain everything in this letter to you but I just don’t, but I do promise I am coming back and when I do I promise I will tell you everything and hopefully you will believe me.

And if you’re still feeling sick please just rest and try to get better don’t come after me, I will return. See you soon.

From Whitney

I release a sigh because I’m disappointed, I was hoping that this note would hold the key to getting the answers I want, but it just leaves me wanting more and developing more questions.

She told me to wait here for her, but how long has she been gone and why didn’t she try and wake me up? I- I don’t understand how I could have blackout or slept or whatever happened for so long, how did Whitney even manage to get me off the ship and here. Why are we here, we were supposed to be dropped off in the Center Land, unless this is the Center Land?